Gone
Ok this is like time filler since I have writers block on other stories. I do not own Trigun or the book The Rifle. Both were inspiration.
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9:59 p.m.
It was dark. Calm too. Well mostly… except for the two men standing ten to twenty feet apart. They seemed to be having an argument. No one cared.
The bullet was a .45 caliber long shot. It traveled 25 feet before entering the adobe wall of a local saloon being readied for the night rush. Half an inch to the left was another wall to the abandoned alley. Upon exiting the wall it veered slightly down. A teenager had been sweeping the saloon. The bullet entered just below the shoulder joint. The bullet then went to pieces and scattered. Half of the shrapnel punctured the right lung. The rest hit the spinal cord at close to a thousand miles an hour.
10:00 06sec. The boy fell to the ground dead.
The fight was over $$50.
Guns don't kill people, people kill people.
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